The Mirror (A poem of cruelty)
2022-02-24 20:15:00 +07:00 by Mark Smith
They: Be the mirror!
I: I won’t be the mirror!
They: we hate that you won’t do what we say, so we hate you!
[some time passes]
[everybody is a bit sad]
They: what do we do?
I: I don’t know
...
[some time passes]
...
They: Be the mirror!
I: I’m the mirror!
They: we hate the mirror, so we hate you!
[some time passes]
[everybody is a bit sad]
They: what do we do?
I: I don’t know
...
[some more time passes]
...
I: I guess I’ll go then, again. Maybe some others have food that I can eat and water that I can drink, so that I don’t die
Update: This poem will be the last that I ever write so as to try to avoid even more abuse than is currentky beibg inflicted upon me. Cruelty should not be encouraged. Cruelty in the world is very real, I am absokutely certain if that now.
Update: Lots of very unnusual internet connectivity issues today